Here

Here, Though I’m more used to fear, I like where we are, How you make me feel, Every time you are near. My lips, gentle caressing; Our cheeks, subtle brushing; Hands, a tender trembling; Eyes, wide open to possibility. You are the man I want to lie next to; I welcome the whispered “I’ve missed you”. I resist love, but know I felt this suddenly. Now I long to fall into your arms. I like how you sleep, When you sleep next to me. I like where you sleep, my dear, When you curl along my spine, Here.